It takes me several weeks to recover from the extreme session Virginie put me through. These days of convalescence allow me to reflect on my situation and my true personality. I know I'm capable of accepting a certain level of pain and even enjoying it, I don't hide from it. However, it's not my deepest nature to submit to someone, to accept their dominance and suffer their torments. Whenever I close my eyes and let my mi...

My adventure with Mistress Virginie lasted over two years. She introduced me to the world of bondage and all the abuse a submissive could endure. It was always done with consent and respect for each other's limits. On one occasion, however, we went much further, and this marked a definitive turning point in my life. *** It's March, and winter is coming to a close. Mistress Virginie and I have established a well-oiled rout...

Virginie was a twenty-nine-year-old nurse in a palliative care unit. I met her when my grandmother was hospitalized with terminal breast cancer. At first, I didn't pay much attention to this tall brunette with long hair, always tied up in a braid. But she noticed me. At just eighteen, I was a regular visitor to my grandmother's room, and I was deeply affected when, after a few weeks, she passed away. Virginie sensed my di...

It's almost 9:30 when Tara wakes up this Saturday morning. Marc has already been gone for some time, but she notices that he has left an envelope for her on the dining room table. For the young woman, this kind of missive is always a source of anxiety and excitement. By habit, she knows it's not a romantic note, but rather a to-do list for an upcoming assignment. Holding her breath, she opens the envelope and dutifully re...

A couple of weeks after her ordeal as the ”Offering” at the Manoir, Tara receives a call from Sir Charles. “How are you, my dear?” asks the old man. “Feeling great, thank you. I’ve completely healed from our last meeting; no more marks, no more pain.” “That’s great to hear.” He pauses for an instant, then resumes. “I have a favor to ask from your husband and you.” “Please, go ahead,” she invites him. “One of our most valu...

Every month, Marc and Tara meet up with a group of friends at a very special club, housed in an old 15th-century mansion. Le Manoir, as they call it, belongs to an old aristocrat with a passion for history. During the day, visitors from all over the world come to admire its magnificent salons and lose themselves in its French gardens. And, one evening a month, it serves as a playground for a group of people bound by domin...

When Tara wakes up on Saturday morning, she's a little sore. Her back and buttocks bear the scars of the previous day's beating. Marc had certainly been heavy-handed. But in the back of his mind, he's also sure she deserved it. And she's particularly grateful to him for punishing her in this way. For her, it's a sign of love, proof that her husband cares for her and knows her needs perfectly well. As she goes down to the...

At thirty, Tara is an accomplished woman. Head of the Key Accounts department of a famous investment bank, she owes her success and rapid rise within the company to her intelligence and ability to deal with any situation with composure. The envious would say that it was above all her physique that enabled her to succeed so quickly. A former top-level volleyball player, her slender body is beautifully sculpted by hours and...

In the morning, I am in for another surprise. As I emerge from my shower, I find Jacqui in the bedroom. She is completely naked, on her knees, hands clasped behind her back, head bowed, dog collar around her neck, leash dangling between her breasts. Laying in front of her is a sheet of paper inscribed in bloody letters: DOMINATE ME. I AM YOUR SLAVE. “If this is your desire, then I will be your master. Spread your thighs a...

Jacqui didn't open the door right away. Those few seconds of waiting seemed interminable. I wondered if she hadn't changed her mind and didn't want to see me again. But no, she finally opened the door and the sight of her took my breath away. She stood in front of me, wearing a black bustier that molded her proudly erect breasts, and black stockings that showed off her long, tapered legs. She was also wearing a pair of st...

The next morning, or rather, later that same morning, after a few hours of sleep, I woke to feel Jordan's silky hair tickling my abdomen, while her talented mouth bobbed up and down on my erect cock. When she felt me stir, she spared a glance up at me and somehow grinned, with my cock still down her throat. She then devoted her full attention to my cock, and within minutes, was swallowing a load of cum. She slid her body...

I'd like to share something that happened to me a while ago. I'd just turned twenty-one, back in my college days. I spent the summer tending bar in a resort area near my hometown. One day, I had to drive up to the University to take care of some personal business, and finished up rather late in the afternoon. I was in a hurry to make it home in time to get ready for a date. I was about twenty minutes away from home when I...

We did wake up a few hours later and sometime between midnight and dawn; we did spend another hour or two making slow, easy love. Monday morning was overcast, but there was no snow or wind to speak of. Judy and I showered together and then found some breakfast. After we ate, I looked out and could see traffic on the major roads in the distance, but we had another day of the holiday weekend. As I was looking out, Judy came...

As I opened my eyes I could see daylight around the edges of the curtain. I moved myself gently away from Judy and climbed out of bed without disturbing her. I noticed a lot of the redness was gone, but there were still a few welts across her smooth skin. Nothing that wouldn't disappear within a couple of days, but I suspected she was still going to be a bit sore today. I moved over to the window and glanced out around th...

The next thing I remember, there was frosted light leaking around the window curtains and the wind was still singing its shivering song. Judy must have awoken about the same time because she began to snuggle against me, rubbing a bare breast along my side. I began to return her strokes and soon we were once more sweating together in hard, loving exercise. I think it was probably an hour before we got out of bed and headed...